Ode To Robert Frost
I think I may have walked with him
and talked of life and simple things.
We mended walls together, and then
talked of poetry and what it brings..
He told me how his life unfolded
and how the words began to flow.
How promises that he made, he kept,
described the woods filled up with snow..
I stood with him that day in Washington
and so proudly held his aging hand,
as he spoke about the Gift Outright
and hopes for JFK in our troubled land...
This lovely dream of mine I cherish.
His words speak directly to my heart ;
Of common man and treasured places,
he was a quiet man, a man apart.....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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